Chapter 4: New York, New York
Notes: Sorry for slow uploading, I have some help from somebody, who knows a lot more about the group, than I do. Also had to take out some of those, who I names as Main Characters. They will possibly appear later, but for now, I have enough work with five of them. Also, I made some minor changes in Chapter 1 and 2. Not much, but it's much more like the real life Red, Russ and Cry.
Scott Jund ran through the street, and jumped behind a car. The rioters started to rip apart the city. What began as peaceful protests, four hours earlier turned into a bloody mess. A police car stopped not far away, but when the officers jumped out, somebody shot them.
Jund was terrified, but he knew, he has to reach the Airport. No public transportation, no taxis, and his car had been wrecked by some rioters. He looked around, and spotted a fire escape. He ran there, jumped, grabbed the lowest peg, pulling down the structure. Scott started to climb.
It will be safer out of New York, and his friends needed him. Russ didn't explained too much, but he understood, that something happened to Cry. He reached the top of the building, and started to walk. He thought that the rooftops will be safer, and after the incidents in the spring of 2013, the New York local government built roof-level passages for the police. Originally, they were locked down, but those who wanted to use these metal bridges could easily found the way on the internet.
Jund opened one of the bridges and when he reached the center, he looked down. The rioters and the police waged a real war down there. Scott sighed, and walked towards the bridgehead. When he reached it, he heard a whistle from the other end. He looked back, and he saw four thugs, holding baseball bats, knives. One of them even had a gun.
"Hey guys, what's up whit you?" Scott slowly stepped back. "How's that riot, huh? Crazy enough. But I like your style!"
The thugs came closer, and at the same time, all of them opened their mouths. On an unworldly voice, all of them started to speak at the exact same time.
"The storm is coming. You can't escape it, Son of Atlantis!"
"What the…" Scott only murmured these words. He looked back, and slowly reached for the keypad of the next bridge. "Well, good for you! But let me tell you something. I don't really appreciate storms, winds, and stuff like that. I'm the Miami kind of a guy." The bridge started to extend. "So sorry, but… Fuck you!" He started to run. The thugs chased him.
The bridge didn't even reach its other half from the far side, but Scott jumped over the meter wide gap. He knew that he is running for his life. A bullet flied next to his ear. He simply kicked in the roof-door, and jumped down the stairs.
He darted out into the middle of the riot, kicking, pushing and punching everybody who got in his way. His pursuers didn't give up. He ran into an alley, darting towards the Brook Avenue. From there, he could go to the Robert E. Kennedy bridge, Grand Central Parkway, and the he's at LaGuardia.
When he reached the end of the alley, he looked back. The thugs were at the middle of the small path. A guy grabbed his shoulder. He looked there, and saw a skinny guy with a Molotov Cocktail.
"Are you with us, or with the pigs?" The masked guy looked drunk.
"With you, buddy! May I?" Scott pointed at the flaming bottle.
"Here you are, buddy!"
"Thanks!"
Scott flung the bottle, and throw it in front of his pursuers. Their clothes catches on fire, but Jund didn't looked back. He ran as fast as he could…